Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.